Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Wherein I Feel Like A Poor Excuse For A Human Being

I escaped to the bookstore to do my editing this evening. I say "escaped," because Susie was in full whine mode as I walked out the door. "Good luck with that," I told Larry. I'm heartless.

So there was a kid right near me in dinosaur pj's whining. Loudly. At 8 PM in the bookstore. Didn't I come here to get away from all that? My normally compassionate-to-other-mothers self allowed me to give one brief glare in his general direction. A glare his mother saw. "Good," I thought. "Maybe she'll shut him up. What is she, deaf?"

Well, yes, actually - she was. Maybe the hearing aid and the ASL should have tipped me off sooner. Somebody smack me, will ya?

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9 comments:

  1. Oh, bless you for that. If you hadn't done it, I would have someday. Thanks for taking bullet for me.

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  2. This has got me wondering--was he also whining in sign for her?

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  3. Hahah! Oops! Although I'm sure she still knew he was being loud. She can see his body right?

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  4. Once, while standing in a long line at BJ's during water rationing, some people tried to drive through the line to park close to the building. I yelled and waved my arms. They, I realized a short time later, had a handicapped placard aand were trying to pull in to a handicapped spot. So there you go.

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  5. Ooooh. I HATE those moments. They totally rob one of self-righteous indignation.

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  6. One doofus moment like that begets many kind ones to come over a lifetime. Ask me how I know. We're all human.

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  7. I hate when you try to escape whining children and find them anyway. But my big question is always: it's late! Your kid needs to go to bed! Do you think it would be inappropriate to relay this verbally?

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  8. Sorry, but you have to stand behind me in that line. Lucky for me, misery loves company.

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  9. One time when I was 9 months pregnant, I escaped to the bookstore to get a break from my 3-year-old and 18-month-old. As I sat sipping my chai latte and reading flower arranging magazines, an unattended boy sat at my table and proceeded to spill my latte everywhere.

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